Tag: poetry
member name: Rose (just an ole GA peach) Williams
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January 29, 2009 11:13 PM EST --
Ask me if I love this water,
this Georgia clay stream
glistening so brightly,
sparkling with mica…
Ask me if it whispered
my name softly…
beckoning me closer
to enjoy its translucent beauty… . . .
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January 14, 2009 08:17 PM EST --
I was inspired to share this after reading Liz's (The Lady Raven Spirit) poem
Crows Fly By
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The Raven Knows
Raven sings a song . . .
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February 05, 2009 10:34 PM EST --
Delicate ice crystals
too small to see from where I stand
sparkle under my camera's eye.
I kneel on a paper bag
shivering as I struggle to hold still
while capturing Nature's . . .
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February 27, 2009 09:12 PM EST --
Posted for the Xpressions prompt of women~ a poem I wrote back in 1998 as I struggled to be what I thought was expected of me: as a wife and mother. Sometimes we set the bar so high for ourselves, . . .
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March 19, 2009 10:16 PM EDT --
A poem I wrote last year in honor of the first day of Spring.
THE BIRTH OF SPRING
Exquisite wildflowers-
Comely and delicate
with sun-splashed petals
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April 11, 2009 02:11 AM EDT --
NEON FLIES AT NIGHT
Encapsulated in discharge tubes
Neon glows, and it shows
its wares:
OPEN, HOT DONUTS, MAJESTIC, BUD LITE... . . .
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May 27, 2009 11:42 PM EDT --
All the rain we've been getting in FL the last week or so made me think of this poem I wrote several years ago after a long, wet drive my family and I made up Hwy 441 to my parents house. . . .
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February 12, 2009 11:45 AM EST --
In response to Kimberly Ripley's Gather Writing Essential prompt of writing about loss, I am reposting a poem I posted a year or so ago. I wrote it in 2002 as a way to deal with the long-term grief . . .
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February 26, 2009 12:23 AM EST --
Stolen Spring
The azaleas have been fooled again
by unseasonably warm weather.
They’ve recklessly thrown open their petals,
like young girls baring ample cleavage
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March 01, 2009 02:44 PM EST --
A repost for Resurrection Sunday on our anniversary, March 1st, 1977,thirty-two years today .
Steadfast as a Georgia Pine
Taken with a self-timer on Billy's Island in the Okefenokee . . .
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April 08, 2009 09:50 PM EDT --
Easter Lilies
My belly pressing damp earth
I fidget and angle my camera,
snapping several shots
as around me, Easter lilies tower.
Their slight, sweet fragrance carries me
to . . .
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April 16, 2009 01:32 PM EDT --
*Posted for Mariana T's group, Shedding Light.
The work of freedom is slow and unpredictable; yet it is precisely at this threshold that each individual is the custodian and . . .
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June 10, 2009 01:24 PM EDT --
Submitted for Susan Budig's Wed Writing Essential-Poetry Revision
Something I wrote about someone I know...
Revision version:
Delusional Seclusion
Unable to deal with the harsher . . .
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July 03, 2009 10:50 PM EDT --
Fireworks
A rocket splits the air;
it glares
against an ink black sky.
A choral crowd ooohs and aaahs,
the rocket bursts-
a baby cries. . . .
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April 25, 2009 10:33 PM EDT --
A repost of something for Resurrection Sunday that I wrote a couple of years ago. I've put some new photos with it this time. It's about the little village where I grew up and . . .
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April 21, 2009 10:25 PM EDT --
Ode to E a r t h
O fragile sphere—you seem suspended
in an infinite universe
by some tenuous, invisible thread.
Complacently, we go about our . . .
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July 07, 2009 11:02 PM EDT --
Soul Gardening
Even now, after all these years
I don’t know who I am.
I’m still learning.
Who knew
it would take . . .
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August 12, 2009 03:43 PM EDT --
My little bird has flown
the nest is empty, and I
find a crevice in my heart
that aches daily...
one that won't be , that can't be
soothed by any balm or
filled by any other.
I . . .
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August 13, 2009 10:55 PM EDT --
Hidden Mr. Hyde
In the layers of our souls,
secrets hide never told.
Hidden from all prying eyes
covered here and there with lies.
Secrets . . .
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January 12, 2009 10:22 PM EST --
Transformation- Part One
Birth~
I shed this old exterior
this hardened shell
like a cicada, molting.
My old cycle,
spanning half a century,
was preparation. . . .
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